These Cuts

by Beka   May 31, 2005


These cuts silence my screams...
They soothe my helplessness.

These cuts comfort my soul...
They fill my emptiness.

These cuts stop my tears...
They calm my sadness.

These cuts subdue my destruction...
They disregard my anger.

These cuts dismiss my hatred...
They fulfill my being.

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